It’s late.
The gym is empty—just the two of them.
The mirror fogs up.
The music stays low.
“Don’t move.”
He says it calmly,
his hand firm on her waist.
His breath lingers near her ear.
Every stretch slows down,
no longer feeling like training.
“Relax here.”
“Just like that.”
The private session keeps getting longer.
The night grows deeper.
The lights never turn off.
When she starts craving the closeness,
she realizes—
the line is already gone.
A workout that tightens the body,
and blurs the boundary.
